(This was requested by GiaBird. Oh my... so disappointed in myself. I haven't updated in two weeks. I'm so sorry about that. School's been kicking my butt. The end of the quarter is soon, on Tuesday, and I've been working on 3 missing Math homework, a rough draft of a story and missing assignments for English and turn in something for Geography on Monday. Sorry, hope you enjoy this long rushes chapter (￣∀￣))
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"So wait, you don't have dreams?"
"Nope," you replied to your co-worker friend.
"Really, that's kinda strange. So, how did it happen?"
You remember it like it was yesterday. That bitch.
"Well, a girl in a grade higher than me called me over to her house. She had a lake near her house and told me to meet her there. I went thinking she wanted to hang out, so I went. I saw her with her friend, but when I reached them, they pushed me to the ground. Her other older than her friend then dragged me to the lake and threw me on it. The impact was so hard, I hit my head and then the ice broke making me fall into the water. I heard them scream as they call for help while I was knocked out. So that's why I don't have dreams," you say with a sigh.
"Damn, that's brutal. Effing brats. They were also older which makes them big dicks."
"Ya, but I have gotten used to it. So it's no big deal."
"But it is! You see things that you couldn't imagine or things that won't happen in real life! It's amazing, you need to get surgery."
"N-no thanks, I'm fine. I haven't had dreams in a decade. Plus... I don't want surgery, and I also don't think it exists," you said laughing a bit.
"Oh! Look at the time. I have to go home to my dorky boyfriend. I'll see you tomorrow (Y/N)-ssi."
"Bye Chin-Sun-ssi!"
She took off her apron as she left the cafe. It is 5:09 right now. You still have 4 hours left until you could go home.
4 hours passed as you are the only one left. You walked to the door and turned the sign from open to closed. Since the janitor left, but finished cleaning, you just took off your apron and grabbed your things while you turned the lights off. Once you did that, you exited through the back and locked the doors, walking back to your apartment.
You arrived at your apartment feeling dead tired as you worked 2 more hours than you were supposed to. Why? Because there was a freakin' event happening and the 'most experienced' had to stay and work their asses off.
You walked to your bed and plopped on it not caring that you didn't change into comfortable clothes. You just kicked your shoes off and wrapped yourself in the blanket going into a deep slumber.
"What the hell did you do?!" You yell.
"I simply just drove, that's all," responded the man in a suit.
"Well, you're obviously a terrible driver, and now you have to get me a new bike."
"No, it was simply in my way, now tell me your name."
"Tell me yours."
"Yours first."
"Fine, I'm (L/N) (Y/N), and you are?"
"I'm Han Jumin."
You have no idea who this man is, but he totally ran over your bike. He also dented his really nice car. It looks so expensive. To be honest, that car could probably buy you.
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